By Susan Leck
In my eagerness to prove that this could be done, I
had neglected to measure the dimensions of the inside of
the shower stall. Needless to say, there was not enough
room for me to bring the shower chair down from over my
head and the battle was on. During the next hour that
chair had me pinned in some of the most peculiar
positions one could imagine. I was pinned under the
chair, pinned against the wall, my head caught between
the arms of the chair and pinned against the shower
knobs. And Bud?? He laughed. He laughed so hard that he
slid off the toilet. So there I was pinned in the shower
by a shower chair, with Bud lying on the floor in his
birthday suit (and unable to get up by himself), and he
continued to laugh. What a sweet, wonderful sound that
was!
I was finally able to maneuver that chair out of the
shower, past Bud, and into the bedroom. I then helped Bud
get up, and with a look of resignation on his face, stated
very matter-of-factly, “I guess that means no more showers,
huh?” I said, “Are you kidding?” and led him into the
shower. He protested saying, “No I will fall.” I said you
are not going to fall and you are going to have your shower.
I stepped into the shower with him, closed the door, and
held him up while I gave him his shower. Bud is gone now,
but whenever I remember the battle with the shower chair,
and I see in my mind’s eye the joy on his face, and hear
again his laughter, and I smile.
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